Seven Sins System Chapter 752. Consequences

Seven Sins System Chapter 752. Consequences

Barry’s voice rose a pitch. “I just wanted someone to watch movies with! Like cuddle and maybe kiss, y’know?! This— this isn’t what I meant!”

Morgana leaned forward, her voice a velvet knife. “You didn’t specify, darling.”

I grunted and turned back to Barry. I started untying the restraints, fast, efficient.

“Good thing, I came to save your ass.”

“But I… She— Wait…” His voice dropped to a whisper. “You have tentacles…”

“Yes.”

“And horns.”

“Correct.”

He gulped.

“…I think I’m gonna faint.”

I snapped my fingers in front of his face. “Don’t you dare.”

Behind me, Morgana groaned and rolled onto her back.

“You’re no fun,” she drawled. “You could’ve at least let me taste him. I wasn’t even going to take his soul.”

“Yet.”

“Yet,” she agreed cheerfully.

I looked at her, my voice low. “You don’t need another collection. You’ve slept with half the high council already.”

“Oh don’t be jealous,” she purred.

I almost laughed at that.

“Jealous?” I echoed. “No. I just like my bed partners exclusive. And not riddled with curses from six other nobles.”

She stuck out her tongue. “You’re still mean to me, El.”

“You keep trying to seduce mortals.”

“He summoned us,” she reminded, rising to her knees. “He said he wanted love. Who better to teach him than me?”

I finally freed Barry’s last strap. He tried to stand up, but his legs immediately gave out.

I didn’t help him.

This was his own damn fault.

The rules were stupidly clear. Don’t summon anything with a tail and a contract clause. Especially not in blood. Especially not when I told them more than a dozen times that devils don’t do refunds.

He whimpered and looked up at me, still kneeling, harness crooked on his chest, hair a mess, eyes wild with embarrassment and disbelief. I glared down at him.

He squeaked and scrambled to get on his feet again, limbs shaking like a baby deer. Pitiful.

“Come on, dumbass,” I muttered. “We’re leaving.”

I turned. My wings shifted behind me with a sharp stretch. One step and we could’ve been out.

But of course…

“Wait, El.”

Morgana’s voice rolled behind me like warm syrup laced with knives.

I turned my head slowly.

She was already on her feet. Smirking. Always fucking smirking.

She tilted her head like she was doing me a favor. “He already made a wish,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “A deal. He needs to pay.”

I turned around fully. My expression flat. Cold. Bored.

“The deal is made,” I said. “But you haven’t given him what he actually wants. Which means he isn’t yours yet.”

She pouted. “I know.”

Then she looked at me. Really looked. Her eyes gleamed. Lips curled.

“But~” she whispered, stepping closer, hips swaying like the floor belonged to her, “I refuse to break the deal.”

The moment she said it, the air changed.

A glowing chain shimmered into existence around Barry’s chest, glowing purple and red, etched with lust runes and demonic sealwork. It hit his skin like a thunderclap and dragged him down.

He hit the floor hard. On his knees.

“Doc—” he gasped. “Doc, help—!”

I didn’t look at him.

I knew what that was.

That wasn’t Morgana’s skill. That was the pact binding. Old magic. Absolute magic. The kind even I couldn’t ignore. When a mortal made a deal with a devil, even vaguely, and the devil accepted… the consequence was instant.

It wasn’t about being fair.

It was about being bound.

I sighed.

I almost left him.

Almost.

I really wanted to. Just for the lesson.

But then I saw Morgana’s smile, sharp with victory, like she thought she’d cornered me. Like she wanted me to beg. Or explode. Or try to break the pact and play right into her claws.

So instead… I shrugged.

“Fine.”

I walked to the nearest couch and dropped into it, wings folding lazily, tentacles settling like coiled shadows around the furniture. I crossed one leg over the other, elbow on the armrest, chin in my hand.

“Do what you want,” I said casually. “No torture. No games. No roleplay. Make it a quickie.”

She blinked.

I looked straight at her, expression bored. “Then I’m dragging him back to the mortal realm.”

Morgana stared.

The silence was thick.

She clearly expected me to fight her. To throw wrath around. Maybe even to offer a trade. Beg for Barry’s safety.

But I was a devil. And devils don’t beg.

If she wanted to f*ck a screaming mortal into insanity, I wouldn’t stop her. I wouldn’t like it, but I wouldn’t stop her. Because deals were sacred. And if Barry was dumb enough to summon Lust and say “I want a girlfriend” with no terms or clauses, this was what he got.

But that didn’t mean I couldn’t stall her. Or control the battlefield.

“You’re afraid,” she said quietly, narrowing her eyes. “You’re afraid I’ll hurt him.”

I gave her a slow, lazy grin.

“No,” I said. “I know you like to f*ck around. So I’m here to remind you about the deal we made with the Light Realm.”

She stopped.

Her shoulders tensed. Her tail flicked once behind her, sharp and stiff.

“Talk about that yourself,” she said, stepping toward me. “I know what’s in your office. The puppets. The ones that move. The mortals in puppet bodies.”

I tilted my head, but didn’t flinch.

She kept going. “You cursed them. Stripped their humanity. You make them work. You break them. Non-stop. And I know they didn’t come here willingly.”

I smiled wider. Almost proud.

“Indeed,” I said.

That threw her for a second.

I leaned forward a little, resting my forearms on my knees.

“But I have permission,” I said, voice low, sweet with challenge. “To drag them here. As pre-judgment. From the Princess of the Light Realm herself.”

Her face twisted.

I saw it.

The flicker.

The jealousy.

She knew who I meant.

Puriel.

I didn’t need to say her name. Didn’t have to.

She already knew.